First of all, I’m not happy at anyone’s passing, and I really don’t care about the controversy surrounding Dr. Robert Atkin’s accidental death. But I’ve been wanting to air my confusion over some television ads for fast food being “Atkin’s Friendly”.

I mean, are you kidding me with this? Wrapping a quarter-pounder with cheese in a tortilla and calling it a wrap suddenly doesn’t make it healthy… or appealing for that matter… it’s still gray meat. But this is not about health.

It’s appearance. It’s life-style.

Hell, Americans who bought his books were already eating tons of meat, but at least they don’t have to feel guilty about it anymore, right?

Granted, I haven’t read his books, so I really shouldn’t be talking… but I do believe that he was right about one thing: white bread. The enemy shouldn’t be about carbohydrates, but about bran-less carbohydrates. Add some whole grains to your diet, fella and less fast food, if you are really concerned about health.

Enough bitching.

Surely you’ve heard of the Slow Food Movement? You must have, or you wouldn’t be reading a web site like mine… my readership is better read and slightly more interesting than your regular web surfer… oh, and has better personal hygiene. But I digress…

Let’s think about the concept of slow food. For starters, if you slowed down, and paid attention to what you were eating, not only would you enjoy your food more, but you’d eat less. I think a lot of obesity could be curbed by people just realizing that they’re eating.

But to me slow food also means conversation, and that is my favorite part of dinner. You know discussing why we don’t have a Vice President’s Holiday here in America, and do the Brits have a “Prime Minister’s Day”? You know how much tastier dinner is when friends join you and stay till the wee hours in the morning? Wouldn’t it be nice if we all lived closer so that we could have those kinds of dinners more often?

Alright, enough of the preaching— especially since I really don’t live up to my preaching. I often find myself snarfin’ my feed as I bounce a baby on my knee. My wife and I also alternate eating and don’t sit down together to enjoy our meal. I suppose one day in the not-so-distant future, we will…